The Tale of Jambavanth

 

Krishna fighting with Jambavanth

Jambavanth giving his daughter Jambavati in Marriage to Krishna

Whole Ramayana in a single picture

Hanuman, Sugreeva and Jambavanth

Vanaras building bridge to cross the ocean

Nala (the architect) and Nil 

    How foolish and egoistic I was, now I feel

    What reckless boon I did entreat from supreme God?

    What use of bragging myself as a vassal

    Of Ram, Dharma incarnate in purest form?

    Though born by blessings of Brahma, the Creator great

    Though gifted with enormous strength and valor

    Though blessed with longest lease of life

    I fumbled in recognizing my dearest lord;

    My foolish wish revealed my pride and ignorance;

    Have I lost my deep penetrating vision?

    Have I lost my sharp strategic scheming mind?

    Have I lost my discrimination and wisdom profound?

    If not what arrogant vain wish I asked

    To fight with almighty God of all worlds

    The source and substratum of all existence?

    Our mortal strength leads us to alleys blind

    To sink ourselves in hellish chasms deep;

    The strongest of all Vanaras all thought

    Myself, Vali, Angad and Hanuman

    Along with Nala, son of architect divine

    Along with Nila, son of sacred fire;

    My long-lived existence allowed me chance

   Of witnessing Lord’s incarnations nine

   A blessed gift indeed by Vishnu given;

   A celestial wonder for me to see the Lord

   Manifesting Himself as gargantuan tortoise

   To bear the mighty Mandar mountain

   On his sturdy adamantine back

   As Devas and demons churned the milky sea

   Seeking Amrit to transcend almighty death;

   Too blessed I deem myself to go around

   Lord Trivikram so many times

   As he pressed Bali down to nether world

  To claim His share of land; ever-expanding his form

  Touching heaven and earth, the universe entire;

  Most blessed I deem myself to behold

  The most handsome and righteous form of Lord

  Whose charming visage cast a magic spell

  Even on gods, sages and hermits divine;

  To meet and confer with him, I sent

  My trustworthy friend, Hanuman wise

  Who instantly became Ram’s loyal vasal

  And mitigated the grief of Sugreeva

  By making them both beloved friends.

  To search for Ram’s missing dear spouse, I chose

  The valiant son of Vayu with mystic powers

  To cross the southern seas leaping from Mahindra’s hill

  Though capable, restrained by age, I withdrew;

  A rare unforgettable battle scene

  In Lanka between demons and our own army

  Even gods witnessed this war from skies

  The bravest encounter between Ram and Ravan

  To see the occult viles of evil demons

  At last defeated by mighty princes great;

  When Lakshman swooned in the battle field

  I sent the son of Kesari to fly aloft

  And bring life-giving Himalayan herb;

  I blew the wits of the demon king

  With my thundering blows and made him flee;

  All of us rejoiced in the glorious victory

  Of Ram and crushing downfall of demons;

  As leading chief of Vanara’s army

  Many accolades and praise I got from all

My Lord granted gifts and boons to all of us;

I did misuse my precious chance I got

Will anyone desire to fight with God

Who gave him breath of life, body and soul?

That too with whom even gods fear to fight

With most merciful, forgiving ocean of grace?

Was I ignorant of Ram’s miraculous deeds?

Whose lotus feet absolved the curse

And turned a stone into a virtuous wife;

Whose single dart slayed the demoness fierce;

Whose single dart burnt Subahu soon;

 Shrewd Mareecha trembled with cowardly fear

 When he was hurled like a feather across the ocean

 By power of Ram’s piercing darts;

 Yielding to his nephew’s crooked plans

 Disguised as a golden deer he tried to distract

 The princes to help his evil demon king

 In abducting chaste virtuous Ram’s consort;

 And chose to die afraid of Ravan’s wrath;

 Had I not heard how Ram slayed Subahu’s son

 Makarakasha who with vengeful ire hurled

 Shiva’s spike to avenge his father’s death?

 Had I not heard how Ram lifted Rudra’s bow

 Just like a toy and broke it with ease?

 Had I not heard how Ram transformed a blade

 Of forest grass into a mighty weapon

 To punish Indra’s son who came to harass

 Sita at Chitrakut with swollen pride?  

 Had I not heard how Ram did fight alone

 To wipe out fourteen thousand demons in a trice

 Like forest fire reducing everything to ashes?

 Had I not seen how Ram did fell seven sturdy palms

 With one single dart with swift ligtning force?

  Had I not seen how he threw the weighty skeleton

  Of the bull-demon with a single touch of his foot?

  Had I not seen how Ocean-god shook with fear

  When Ram lifted his bow to dry the entire sea;

  So many thousands of years I did wait

  Meditating in my dismal cave

  To see my Lord and fulfill my crazy wish;

  Blinded by passion and overweening pride

  My Lord in Krishna I had not seen;

  To defend my daughter and retain this precious gem

  I snatched from lion’s mouth I madly fought

  Throwing boulders and thundering blows with my Lord

  So many days with prodigious strength

  As he with a mischievous smile warded off my blows

  And with mighty fists felled me down and with his mace

  Struck me almost dead-tired and weak;

  And now his power and prowess enfeebled me

  Exhausting all my strength and laid me down;

  I feel almost sinking on the threshold of death

  Who but Ram can face my gigantic power

  And crush me with his almighty fighting skills?

  I surrender now to my Lord with joyful tears;

  His loving touch soothed me and quelled my fears;

  To make amends for my grievous faults

  I fall before his forgiving lotus feet

  And give the precious gem I seized from the lion

  Along with my dear daughter and ask his pardon

  Surrendering all my egoistic pride;

  Blessed I feel myself to see my Lord again;

  And now I feel to retire in peace to Brahma’s world

  And pray to Ram till I attain salvation and peace.

 

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    6th January, 2021                             Somaseshu Gutala

 

Note:  Jambavanth belonged to the clan Riksha race (wild bears) and was born with Brahma’s boon. He was a knowledgeable person and knew about administration, war strategies, medicines and Dharma. He was the main advisor to Sugreeva, the Vanara king.  He was gifted with a long lease of life and so he was blessed enough to witness the nine incarnations of Lord Vishnu. He had the strength of ten million lions. He was the head of the Vanara army. He was main motivator who encouraged Hanuman to cross the ocean and go in search of Sita. He sent Hanuman to negotiate with Ram when he saw him near Rishyamuka mountain. He fought bravely with Ravan who lost his consciousness and was rescued by his charioteer. He described the qualities and appearance of the Himalayan herb, Sanjeevani, when Hanuman went to bring it to revive Lakshman in the battle field. After the war was won, Ram asked Jambavanth to ask for any boon. Jambavanth expressed his desire to fight with Ram. Lord Ram assured him that his desire would be fulfilled after many years by the end of Dwapar Yuga. So Jambavanth went and lived in a cave and spent his time in meditating on Lord Ram. When Krishna came to the forest searching for the precious gem, Syamnatak jewel, he saw a girl wearing that gem as an ornament. The girl cried on seeing Krishna enter the cave. Jambavanth became very furious and fought with Krishna for twenty- eight days and later became very much exhausted and weak. Then he realized that the person who defeated him was none other than Lord Ram who came to fulfill his desire to fight with him. He realized his mistake and asked Krishna to pardon him. Krishna manifested Himself as Rama to make Jambavanth happy. Jambavanth prostrated before him and surrendered the precious jewel and requested Krishna to accept his daughter also as his spouse. Later he left for Brahma Loka to spend time in doing penance till he got salvation.    

References :

 Demoness fierce—Tadaka, a terrific demoness along with her sons, Subahu and Mareecha used to harass and attack rishis performing yajnas in the forest. Rama on behest of sage Viswamitra killed her when she came desecrate Viswamitra’s Yagna and tried to devour him and Lakshmana in the forest. Subahu was killed by Rama with Agneyaastra and Mareecha was hurled by Rama’s arrow (Pavanaastra) one hundred leagues away into the ocean. Mareecha compelled by Ravana later transformed himself into a golden deer to divert Rama from Ashram so that Ravana could abduct Sita in the guise of a hermit. Rama killed the golden deer. Even then Mareecha shouted mimicking the voice of Rama to distract Lakshmana’s attention and leave Sita alone in the hermitage. 

Khara was half- brother of Ravan and was the ruler of Dandakaranya kingdom with Janasthan as the capital. Khara and Dhushana along with fourteen thousand powerful demons attacked Rama in Janasthan when Lakshman mutilated Ravana’s sister who came to tempt Ram and Lakshman. Dhushana, Khara’s brother and the commander of the army was killed by Rama. Another demon Trishiras was also killed by him. Rama killed Khara with Indrastra and the other remaining demons single handed within a span of 72 minutes. 

The precious jewel – Satrajit, a Yadava king worshipped the Sun God with devotion. Pleased with his prayers the sun god offered him a precious jewel called Syamantaka jewel which used to produce (eight bauruas)170 pounds of gold every day. Krishna once visited him and suggested that Satrajit should give that jewel to Ugrasena, the supreme leader of Yadavas. Satrajit refused Krishna’s suggestion and later gave it to his brother Prasen who wore it and went out for hunting. A lion mistook the jewel for a piece of red flesh and attacked Prasen and killed him. When Jambavanth saw the red jewel carried by the lion, he fought and killed the lion and took it away.  Meanwhile Satrajit suspected that Krishna might have killed his brother and stolen the jewel. To free himself from this accusation, Krishna went in search of the jewel and found the corpse of Prasen and the lion in the forest. Following the tracks of a bear he entered Jambavanth’s cave and saw a girl playing with the jewel. Hearing the cries of the girl, Jambavanth came and fought with Krishna with various weapons for twenty- eight days. Jambavanth lost all his strength and was weakened by the powerful blows of Krishna. Then he remembered the boon he had asked from Rama and realized that Krishna was none other than Rama with whom he wished to fight. He felt repentant and later surrendered the jewel and also gave his daughter in marriage to Krishna with devotion and joy. 

Nala –son of Vishwakarma who helped Rama in Building a bridge across the ocean covering a distance of ten yojanas (80miles 0r 130 kms) called Ram Setu. In the battle he killed a giant called Tapana.

Nila – son of Agni who killed demons like Nikhumbha, Prahastha and Mahodara. He was a chieftain in the army Rama. In some versions Nala and Nila are described as the builders of the bridge across the ocean.

Makaraksha – Khara’s son who attacked Rama to avenge his father’s death. He hurled the powerful spike given to him by Shiva. Rama cut off the hands of Makaraksha with a crescent shaped arrow and invoked Agneyastra to kill him.

Indra’s son – Kakasura, Indra’s son, assuming the form of a crow pecked at Sita’s bosom while Rama was sleeping on her lap at Chitrakut. Rama woke up and saw the blood- stained bosom of Sita. He plucked a blade of grass and converted it into a powerful dart and threw it at the wicked crow. Kakasura fled through three worlds to seek protection in vain. At last, he fell at the feet of Rama begging pardon. The crow lost eyesight in one eye as a punishment for his offence.

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TO Dear N.S.

                    

                                         

    

    In spite of growing years, in you I find

    No change in attitude and mind;

    Ever active and dynamic you seem

    Ever humane, helpful and happy I deem

    Unchanging like bright solar rays

    Bringing warmth and illuminating days;    

    Right from boyhood you toiled hard and kept pace

    With changing times and learnt new methods  and ways;

    In your thirst for learning new skills is seen

   Your flexible approach and insight keen;

   Your service testifies brilliant record

   Of solving many issues without discord;

   In every task you played an active part

   Your friendly words, courage and hope impart;

   For justice and fair cause, you always fought

  And helped your retired colleagues a lot;  

   Ever ready to help others in every crisis

   You never lagged behind, but tried to solve with ease.  

   A happy, healthy life to you always

   May God give you, with humble heart I pray.

         

  2nd January, 2020                                Somaseshu Gutala

THE TALE OF SUDAMA

 

           I felt too happy to see my dearest mate

           Ruling Dwaraka like the lord of heavenly gods

           His royal splendor and pomp I never imagined

           Who once did move with me like a rustic lad

           Who would believe that I, a poor begging Brahmin

           Had the fortune of making friends with him?

           Those happy bygone times I never forget

           When I had moved with Krishna in the forest retreat

           Of sage Sandeepan great to learn the Vedic lore;

           He never displayed his royal pride and power

           He moved with ease regaling all inmates

           Playing on his flute enchanting melodies;

           None thought about his mysterious powers

           Neither did he flaunt or brag glorious feats;

           But ever remained a playful friendly companion to all;

          While we struggled with precise tones of Vedic hymns 

          He mastered effortlessly whatever he heard

          As if he knew already all by heart;

          We gaped with wonder at his erudition and wisdom vast

          Whatever he did no trace of strain or stress was seen

          Everything he did in a sportive way performing best

          In his ever- cheerful countenance, I found

         A mystic attraction with fascinating eyes

         His dusky complexion beamed like sapphire

         His lovely figure in all joy and love inspire

        Surely something divine in him concealed

        Though simple and innocent he did act and speak

        Though some ill-speak of him as a juggling lad;

       Can a small child suck out the life of a demoness

       Who tried to kill him with her poisoned milk?

        Can a small child break the gigantic flying wheel?

        Can a small child slay the wild demon-horse

        That gaped his jaws to devour and kick him down?

        Can a small child burst open the monstrous python’s guts

        And free his captured cowherd friends and cattle alive?

        Can a small child kill a charging bull with menacing horns

        With threatening red eyes to gore all kids? 

        Can a small child break open the monstrous stork

        Rushing with wide open beak spitting fire?

        Can a small child swallow the raging forest fire

       To save his cattle and mates shouting for help?        

        Can a small child unfold the cosmic wonders

        Within his mouth while his mother stood dazed with surprise?

        Can a small child uplift the lofty mountain on his finger

         Just like a ball and stand steadfast for seven days

         For his people to seek refuge with their kids and cows

         And subjugate Indra’s vain wounded pride?

         Can a small child dance with tiny feet on poisonous hoods

         Of a mighty serpent and drive him out of the village pond

        To save his people and cattle from its poisonous breath?

        Can a small child assume the forms of all his friends and cattle

        For one full year and gladden the hearts of parents

        At Gokul when Lord Brahma kidnapped all creatures

        And hid them in a cave to show off his divine

        Supremacy, but felt humbled by the tiny tot?

        How Krishna dived into the river at once

        And brought back to life our teacher’s son

        Drowned long ago from struck by cruel fate!

        Dire death himself humbly cringed before him

        And gave back the child alive as in a dream;

       The most precious gift who can give but he

       Who can transcend both life and death? 

       Surely my friend God in human form I trust

       Blessed are Gopis who shared with him all they possess

       And tasted bliss supreme in his presence;

       Blessed is Brindavan where Krishna danced with them;

      With every maid manifesting in various forms;

      Blessed are the waters of Yamuna where Krishna swam;

      Blessed are the birds, cattle, hills and trees

      That felt the touch of Krishna’s lotus feet;

      No wonder to know that Nanda’s dearest friend

      Rolled with mad ecstasy shedding tears of joy

      On foot-prints of Krishna on Yamuna’s sands;

      And yet my friend tricks me to treat him

      Like a human being with playful innocent looks;

      How foolish I was when I went with my friend to get

      Tall kusha grass for our preceptor great

     When I bluffed saying my teeth chattered in wintry night

     While munching peas in stealth to quench my hunger

     Letting my friend alone to starve with hunger!

     I hang my head in shame for lying even to God;

     He with whom I did chat in casual ways

     Ignorant of his form resplendent and divine

      Now shines like radiant sun of Yadav clan

     Lord of Dwaraka, the richest island in western seas

     Honoured by all, including gods, sages and saints;

     While I, a Brahmin poor with a family large

     Wander from door to door to earn my daily bread

     To feed my kids burning with hunger

     Though I care for my household gods and daily rituals

     Offering ablutions to sun and sacred fire;

     Never can I forget Krishna’s beautiful form

     He shines like a moving cloud crowned with rainbow tints

     Beaming with gems and dressed in yellow silken robes;

     Arousing in every heart pure devotion and joy

     Pure spiritual bliss and love incarnate

     His form ever resides within my bosom

     Never thought of visiting his royal palace

    Though oft compelled by my spouse to seek his help

    At least to save my starving children;

    Besides who would believe a beggar like me

   With shabby beard and torn dress

   A friend of Krishna whom three worlds obey

   The guards would mock at me as a man insane

   Laughing at my entreaties vain;

  Abject sense of shame and fear darkened my brow

  As I approached with fluttering heart the royal gate

  No worthy gift I had but a knot of stale beaten rice;

  As if by grace of God, my friend himself came out

  Seeing my face-- with arms outstretched smiling with joy

  Hugged this poor Brahmin’s emaciated form;

  He led me warmly clasping through royal corridors

  Decked with paintings and marble sculptures carved

  To the royal chamber where his spouses dwelt;

  My mind felt dizzy with unbelievable delight 

  He offered his best throne for me to sit at ease

  As he with his chief royal queen washed my feet

  With sandal-scented water spouting through silver vase

  And honoured me with garlands and silken upper cloth

  Offered me syrups to quench my thirst and weariness;

 As his spouses waved cool breeze with pea-cock feathered fans;

 Dumbfounded did I stare as if I had a dream too far

 Above my status; while Krishna recounted his student days

 Fondly recounting the happy times we spent;

Of witty incidents and pranks we played

No change did I perceive in him and his talk;

The royal status and power did not vitiate

 His noble nature and simple, friendly manners ;

With jovial looks he asked me what gift I had brought

As I did shrink with shame as to what to reveal

He searched and searched till he did see

And untied the knot of my upper cloth

As I stood shuddering with fear and utter shame;

He hugged me for my poor gift and thanked me a lot

Munching with great relish a handful of beaten rice

While his queens stared with wonder and confounded looks;

His selfless, pure love immersed me in bliss

Krishna’s overwhelming love more precious than heaven

I did forget my task for which I came

Nothing I wished, nothing I required

Absorbed in Krishna’s thoughts forgot myself

Thanking him profuse, his palace reluctant I left;

Unwilling to miss his gracious form benign;

Like a soul leaving the gates of paradise;

And sinking back to gloomy abyss mired in poverty;

But, lo! My humble hut nowhere I saw

And there a golden mansion fit for princes to dwell

I mused whether I lost my way or reached wrong abode

My spouse and children dressed in cosy silken robes

Hailed me as I stood confused with wonder

Shocked and dazed I stood motionless and mute;

No words I found to thank my kindest lord

Who showered heavenly affluence unsought

On me a worthless begging Brahmin poor;

Nothing more I desire, Lord of three worlds!

Let me dedicate my life to Thee

Musing on thy lotus feet and holy name

My whole body thrills to think of thy sweetest form.

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   20th December, 2020                                   Somaseshu Gutala

Note:

Lord Sri Krishna and Sudama studied in Sage Sandeepan’s ashram near Avanti.  It is said that Krishna and Bal Ram stayed here for 64 days to learn 64 vidyas . As a boy Krishna faced many dangers from his uncle Kamsa, Madura’s ruler. He sent many demons and tried to kill him. Krishna killed many demons like Putana, Shakatasura, Aghasura, Keshi and Bakasura etc. Even he subjugated the arrogance of Lord Indra by saving his people from the wrath of Indra by lifting a hill called Goverdhan. He taught a moral lesson to Brahma who prided himself as the creator of the universe by assuming the forms of cattle and gopas when Brahma kidnapped all cattle and gopas and hid them in a cave for one whole year.

 When all his schemes failed, Kamsa sent his counsellor, Akrura to invite Krishna and Balaram to a sacrifice (Dhanur Yagam) conducted by him. After killing Kamsa and installing Kamsa’a father Ugrasena as the king of Madhura, Krishna set free his parents, Devaki and Vasudeva from the prison. Later as per tradition he went to Sandeepan’s Ashram with his brother to learn Vedas and other shastras. After completing his studies, he shifted from Madhura to Dwaraka to save his people from the Magadha ruler Jarasandh who invaded Yadava kingdom seventeen times. There he ruled Yadava clan along with his brother, with the fabulous city of Dwaraka as capital which was constructed by Vishwakarma in a short span of only two days. Sudama well-known as Kuchela for his shabby appearance and torn clothes, led a life of poverty burdened with a large family. His wife, Susheela, a good housewife urged Sudama to go and meet his boyhood friend, Krishna and beg him for help to feed his starving family. Sudama, after many entreaties, reluctantly left for Dwaraka doubting whether Krishna would recognize him who was so poor that he could not carry a worthy gift for his friend. But to his utter astonishment and surprise he was well-received with royal honours and was showered with warmest affection and respect. Though poor, Sudama was rewarded for his intense devotion and selfless dedication to God.

 The episode of Sudama reveals the selfless devotion and Sakhya Bhakti (treating God as one’s closest friend) and asking for no favours from God. In return this story also reveals Krishna’s noblest example of a friend who treated him with utmost respect and affection without considering his status and position. Though Sudama had not asked him for any help, he generously gave him royal luxuries and immense wealth.  God’s boundless mercy and compassion are seen in this episode. This episode is the best example of an ideal friendship unparalleled and unprecedented and nowhere found in any age and place.  

 

    1.  Sudama--- Classmate of Krishna at the Gurukul of Sandeepan.

    2.  Kamsa --   King and uncle of Madhura of Vrishni clan.

    3. Putana—a demoness sent by Kamsa to breastfeed Krishna with poisoned milk. Krishna sucked out her life and killed her. Putana represnts enormous human ignorance which was purified by the touch of God.     

 4. Wheel-demon – Shakatasura, a demon who hid behind the cart to kill Krishna. He lifted child high into the air, Krishna increased his weight and and broke the back of the flying demon. He represents the burden of past and present evil tendencies and attachments accumulated by human being. 

 5.    Bull-demon – Kamsa sent Arishtasura  as a bull to kill Krishna. Krishna caught the bull by horns and killed the wild demon by swirling him in the air and dashing            him to the ground. He represents disregard for religion and cheating mind.

  6.  Keshi, the horse-demon – Sent by Kamsa, Keshi opened his mouth and tried to attack Krishna. Krishna caught his two legs and threw him to a great distance.When he opened his mouth Krishna thrust his arm into Keshi’s mouth and Keshi was choked to death. Keshi represents false pride and egoism.

7. Aghasura – elder brother of Putana and Bakasura. Aghasura assumed the form of an eight mile - long serpent. The gopas entered the mouth of the serpent mistaking it to be a cave. Krishna entered into Aghasura’s stomach and enlarged his size to such an extent that Aghasura struggled for breath and his body burst open resulting in death.  Aghasura represents cruelty and violence.

8. Bakasura – A demon sent by Kamsa. Assuming the form of a big stork he swallowed  Krishna. But forced by the intense heat he disgorged Krishna. The Lord grabbed Bakasura’s beak and split it into two killing him on the spot. Bakasura represents deceipt and wickedness.

9. Kaliya – A giant serpent who occupied the waters of the Kalindi river by force and turned the pond into a dangerous place by its poisonous breath. To protect gopas, Krishna jumped into the river and danced on its hoods till the giant serpent felt repentant and was willing to leave the pond along with its family to stay in Ramanaka Dweepa. The multi-hooded Kaliya represents numerous desires and egoistic pride.

10. Nanda’s friend – refers to Akrura, son of Swaphalka of Vrishni clan and was the chief counsellor of Kamsa. He was an uncle of Krishna and was sent by Kamsa to invite Krishna and Bala Ram to Madhura.  He is one of the noble devotees of Krishna.

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Origin and Development of Essay (Part-II)

Samuel Coleridge 

                       

William Hazlitt                   

 

      

Thomas Carlyle

                                           

                            

             

    

At the beginning of the nineteenth century the periodical essay gave place to critical essay. It had little concern with social and personal topics, its main content, being literary and other critical matters. The best known of these reviews are “Edinburgh” and ‘Quarterly”. In journals like “Blackwood’s magazine”, “London magazine” and “Fraser’s magazine” miscellaneous types of essays (creative, critical, entertaining and informative) were contributed by eminent essayists like Hazlitt, De Quincy, Coleridge, Thackeray and Carlyle.

 William Hazlitt (1778-1830) influenced by concise social commentary of Addison’s “spectator” and personal tone of Montaigne became a celebrated writer of familiar essays using conversational diction and personal tone. Often beginning with an aphorism, his essays are characterised by informal diction and emotional tone. He contributed essays to Leigh Hunts” Examiner” and worked as a columnist for “Edinburgh review”. His personal essays collected in volumes of “The Round Table” Table-Talk” and “The Plain speaker” are his finest works. He wrote critical essays in volumes like “Shakespeare’s characters” (1817), “Lectures on English Poets” (1812), “A view of the English Stage” (1818), “The spirit of the age” (1825) and “The Biography of Napoleon Bonaparte” (1826-1830).

    Leigh Hunt(1784-1859) wrote hundreds of essays but he was first and foremost a journalist and deliberately chose such topics that would appeal to the man in the street. He wrote essays in a conversational manner reminiscent of fireside talk.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) is one of the eminent critics who applied principles of philosophy and psychology to literary criticism. He introduced the concept of the organic theory of art and the superiority of imagination over reason and fancy. His book “Biographia Literaria” is a collection of thoughts dealing with the philosophy of Kant, Johann Gottlieb Fichte, and Schelling. This book also contains Coleridge’s distinction between Imagination and fancy and the famous critical concept of the “willing suspension of disbelief.” The later chapters of the book deal with the nature of poetry and on the quality of Wordsworth’s poetry. He used plain and simple language with a conversational tone. Coleridge was influenced by German Romantic writers like Schiller and philosophers like Immanuel Kant. His famous prose works are: Lectures on Politics and religion (1795), Lay Sermons (1816) and “Lectures and Notes on Shakespeare and Other English Poets” (1811-1812) and “The table talk” (1836) and “The Constitution of the Church and State (1839). 

Thomas Carlyle(1795-1881) was a prolific writer who used a strong passionate style with unusual syntax, coinages, and rhetoric. He was also influenced by German writers like Goethe, Schiller and Kant. His famous works are: Sartor Resartus (1836), critical and miscellaneous essays (1838), “On heroes, hero-worship and the heroic’ (1841), “Past and the Present”(1843), Frederick, the great(1865) in four volumes and “reminiscences (1881). He emphasised the cult of a great man as a national moral leader. Carlyle became famous for his three-volume magnum opus “French revolution” published in 1837. When his friend John Stuart Mill accidentally burnt his first work in 1834, Carlyle re-wrote this book with the help of notes he had with him. In this book he described the historic struggle of French revolution that happened between 1774 and 1795. The three volumes were titled as “The Bastille”, “The Constitution” and “The Guillotine” respectively. Charles Dickens inspired by this book wrote his famous historical novel “A Tale of Two Cities” in 1859. Carlyle’s style seems idiosyncratic with peculiar features like Germanized compounds, new coinages, frequent use of italics and ellipsis, use of many allusions, frequent use of inversions and oratorical style. But his knowledge was very wide covering many subjects like mathematics, science, philosophy and economics. Readers will appreciate his passionate style, depth of knowledge and his sarcastic tone. 

Charles Lamb (1775-1834) often called “the prince of essayists” published most of his essays under the pseudonym “Elia” in “London magazine” and later brought them out in book form as “essays of Elia” in 1823 and as ‘last essays of Elia” in 1833. Charles Lamb published “Tales from Shakespeare” in 1807 in collaboration with his sister, Mary Lamb. In 1808 he published “Specimens of English drama who lived about the time of Shakespeare” which show his critical observations. Charles Lamb was influenced by Elizabethan dramatists and Elizabethan writers like Thomas Browne, Richard Burton and Thomas Fuller. His style shows typical Elizabethan characteristics like Latinate diction, archaic and obsolete words, allusions and quotations from various classical writers. So, his style seems quaint and old-fashioned. But his friendly and genial attitude, variety in theme and poetic descriptions mixed with humour, gentle wit and pathos and a sense of nostalgia for the past lend a peculiar charm to his essays.  Most of his essays deal with events and characters he came across in his own life. His keen observation and perceptiveness along with his verbal felicity made his essays popular and interesting. His essays like “The South-sea House’, “dream children”, “A dissertation upon a roast pig”, and “Old China” show his mastery of form and style. Charles lamb published “Tales from Shakespeare” in 1807 in collaboration with his sister, Mary Lamb. 

John Ruskin (1819-1900) was a famous art critic, social thinker, painter, philosopher and social reformer. He had a wide knowledge about subjects like geology, architecture, literature and Botany. In his essays he revealed the connection between nature, art, environment and society. In his book” Modern painters” in five volumes (1843-1860) argued that modern painters in contrast to old masters are superior in the art of landscape. He defended the works of J.W.M. Turner which provide a profound insight into natural forces and atmospheric effects. He also emphasised on symbolism in art expressed through nature. In “Stones of Venice” published in three volumes between 1851 and 1853 was an overview of the history of architecture in Venice. He tried to show the intimate connection between art, architecture and morality. He tried to show art as an ethical teacher and moral yardstick of a civilised society. He argued that Gothic style though not so technically perfect as the renaissance style, its roughness conveyed emotion and reverence for God. Renaissance architecture is cold and emotionless created for man’s own glory while Gothic architects are created for the glory of God. In “Sesame and Lilies” published in 1865 Ruskin discusses the qualities of and duties of men and women in Victorian times. He said that women are moral guides to their families and hence they should be well-educated. “Unto this last” was published between August and December, 1860. He criticised the capitalist economists of the 18^th and 19^th centuries and the destructive effects of industrialism on natural world. Mahatma Gandhi was very much influenced by this book and translated it into Gujarati in 1908 under the title of “Sarvodaya.” He formulated many of his social and economic ideas based on Ruskin’s views. Ruskin used formal and literary style in “Modern painters” and a picturesque style in “Stones of Venice.” He was influenced by the poetic prose of 19^th century writers like Charles Lamb, Thomas de Quincey and Sir Walter Scott. He also derived inspiration from the Bible and the blank verse of Wordsworth’s poetry. His perception, keen observation and emotional style along with his wide knowledge marks him as a unique writer. 

Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) was a famous essayist, novelist, travel writer and short story writer. He evolved his own style after experimenting with various types of styles he observed in other great writers like Hazlitt, Lamb, Sir Thomas Browne, Defoe, Hawthorne, Montaigne, Baudelaire and Oberman who lighted his ways of composing essays and other writings. He studied with keen Interest the Bible and the writings of Bunyan, Shakespeare, Scott, Whitman, Spenser, Meredith and Dumas.  The fifteenth century French writers  captivated his attention and he wrote essays and short stories based on French themes such as “Victor Hugo’s Romances”, “Providence and the Guitar” and “The Treasure of Franchard.” Stevenson tried to express his thoughts with precision, sincerity, elegance and simplicity with characteristic frankness. In his style we can see a perfect accord between sense and sound with a masculine vigour. By his study of music he found that the ideal of prose should be harmony and of poetry the melody. He was impressed by the musical nature of Latin and used sonorous Latin words appropriately. The handling of old words in new combinations, discerning use of adjectives, apt similes and effective use of repetition are some of the features of hi style. In his essays like  “Technical elements of style in Literature” and “Books which have influenced me” he voiced his opinions and views on style. He was admired by great writers like marcel Proust, Arthur Conan Doyle, Louis Borges and Bertolt Brecht. His travel stories influenced Joseph Conrad and henry James. After his trip with Stevenson, Sir Walter Scott wrote his famous novel “The Pirate” in

Stevenson’s famous books are “An Island Voyage” (1878), “travels with a donkey in Cavennes”(1879), “Treasure Island”(1883) and “Strange Case of Mr. Jekyll and Hyde”(1886) and of course a number of essays on various topics dealing with nature, authors, and experiences of the common world. Though he experimented with various styles, his creative imagination and his talent for perfect rhythm and harmonious combination of sounds made him a great prose writer of all times. 

In modern times a number of journals, periodicals and daily newspapers afford an unlimited scope for the essay. Most of the modern essayists use racy, conversational style coupled with interesting and amusing characteristics of their own. The best of essayists follow the manner of lamb and are subjective in selection of topics and style. The modern essays provide a scrutinising and critical approach towards judging social, political and cultural values. It has an unlimited scope in selection of themes. The themes are as varied as life itself. The modern essayist tries his best to present his views in the simplest manner possible so that even a lay reader can understand him. The style is simple though dignifies. His language is the language of everyday speech. There is no attempt at deliberate ornamentation. Wit and gentle humour are the leading charms of the modern essay. Informal speech rhythms and decent slang terms are allowed.  The eminent essayists of the modern period are : Robert Lynd, E.V.Lucas, A.G.Gardiner, G.K.Chesterton, Max Beerbohm, J.B.Priestley, Hillaire Belloc, Aldous Huxley, E.M.Forster, Bertrand Russell etc. of course there many other types of essays based on specific subjects like medicine, science, Engineering, Art, philosophy and other fields of knowledge. 

Through immense varieties of the English essay there runs a moral purpose which is sometimes boldly revealed and sometimes hidden behind humour and irony. The English essay is a serious form of literature. It is generally intended to edify rather than to entertain, whether it deals with social behaviour, books, science, politics or any other purpose. But Lamb and Hazlitt wrote not to reform or instruct their public but to interest and amuse them. This informal manner continued till the present time although serious subjects have come to be written in essay form. Indeed the essay has become a popular and easy-to-handle flexible popular literary medium (flexible in theme, style, length, tone and texture)  for all types of writers, journalists, reviewers and newspaper columnists. In modern age, short story and essay are the most popular literary forms which provide useful information and satisfy people’s interests, feelings and thoughts and aspirations.

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       14th December, 2020                    Somaseshu Gutala